Moments After A Large Slice Of Sleepy Pie.

Moments after a large slice of sleepy pie.

His toys lie in a tumbleacross the carpetlike dicetheir number was up when helost interestthe punch ball is beatthe legos are exactlywhere he leg'go of theman hour agosome crayons are waxing eloquentlyon constantly being brokea few of them are blueand i find them all a peelinglike sunburnt immigrantsabandoned without their papersalong the borders of his marked spacevarious stuffed animalsare just starting to digesthis absence8 blocks awaya clown balanceson an almost perfect tower8 more blocks would have done itbut gravity seldom pausesfor chidish whimsiesa Jack-In-The-Box pooped out a while agoand he won't be back in until someone puts a lid onhis cranky situationyou see he was a mediatorbetween nine bowling pinson a turbulent strikethat buried six soldiersin the tenth roundthe coffee table is a racetrackwhere his matchbox carsrun heatsnear the finish lineone half-bitten moon shaped cookiesignifies the remnants of abedtime snacknow nighty-night has claimed his attentionand he's enjoying a healthy slice of sleepy piehis tiny rosy cheek now gracescartoon faces on his pillowthe sandman has paid a visittucking sleep dirt in the cornersof Forget-Me-Not-blue eyesthat the morning sun will re-openlike the wings of a butterflyand his toys again will Tumblein an avalanche of joy..........